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"That brings us to more modern times. Are you still paying attention? Good. I was now a fully qualified doctor. Actually, I had been for sometime. My brother and I were closer than ever. But one night, out of the blue, he upped and left. I didn't know when I'd see him again. I hurt myself, but didn't attempt. I couldn't attempt. I wanted to, I wanted to but I knew Caleb didn't want it. Then I got over it. I understood that Cal wanted to go, that for whatever reason he wanted to go abroad and do, whatever it was he did. I love him, I really do. If Cal wanted to go away then I didn't mind.

Then my mum got sick, she was so ill I had to leave work to care for her. I spent every moment with her. I did everything I could for her. She was the one who wanted me to go back to work. She was the one who convinced me. She was the one who sent me away the day she died. I would've been there if I got to chose. Cal was there, he'd not been there the whole time she was sick. Now he was, the only day I wasn't, and her last day. I hated myself. I hated cal but mostly I hated myself. I tried so hard not to cut. Not to hurt myself, for Cal. But life got the better of me. I started on my thighs maker deeper cuts than I'd ever made. I felt so guilty. I had no control. I just went deeper and deeper. I just went deeper and deeper. And deeper and deeper. Until, cal caught me, mid-cut, blood everywhere, tears staining my face. He held me. Honestly, I don't think he knew what to do. I wouldn't either but he held me. He held me really tightly. Then I suppose nothing happened. Everything got better, I was happier, Cal was happier and, I don't know, everything seemed bright. Then Taylor left. Then Cal was betrayed. Suddenly, after so much hard work and effort, I didn't have my big brother again. I never thought, never thought, and I should have, that cal could... Then again suicide is considered a plausible cause of death for anyone because everyone has the power to take their own life. I just never thought anyone could reduce cal to that. I just... I'm sorry," Ethan began to stand,

"I don't believe I want to talk any longer"

"Ethan, you are always welcome here and you know you're friends, the people that suggested you come, will be there for you if ever you need to talk." The man said opening the door.

"I won't need to talk." Ethan said as he left the room.

As Ethan walked back to the ED he thought, and thought formulating a thing in his mind.

*Humans are selfish; you only want what will make you seem greater. You use what you have to put other to shame. You pressure and push people to change. You are sheep. If you stick out, as many humans do, you are lost. Lost in the endless sea of selfish ignorant bastards that don't see the world around them. People, places falling into ruin and you complain of burnt toast.

Humans are selfish.

You are all trapped. Trapped in your stupid society that patronises those who are their own person. You are lead by pompous idiotic arseholes, who do not care about you or your tattered world. Over years of war and tears your world went to ruin. It is left to the few of us who see to pull it back. Just like that though, your world will be destroyed again.

Humans again.

Humans make everything bad. You destroy your world. You tear and rip and break and expect us to pick up the pieces. Well I won't stand for it any more. I will let your world fall apart and live in my own world. Untainted by humans and unbroken by they're wicked ways, because humans are selfish.

If you think I'm ignoring you, I probably am. I do this because I must cut myself of from your selfish ways. The wickedness of the world is monumental, it is endless. I shadow myself from the truth. From the one thing I never care to admit. I shadow myself because I hate the wicked selfishness of humans. Despite this, my outlook on life and my knowledge of the selfishness, I am in fact also a human. I am one of the selfish pricks who destroy and rip and tear our world. I will not stand it anymore. I cannot continue to rip and pull and break and tear and ruin an destroy our world. I will not continue to rip and pull and break and tear and ruin and destroy our world. I should be one of the few who see and try, hopelessly, to fix our world, But, I no longer can.

So, I sit and I write and wrap myself up in my own world. A world humans are yet to have reached. A world where I can be who I am without fear of judgement. A world cut of from the ignorant bastards, the pompous arseholes and selfish pricks who have no vision. Who do not see the destructiveness of their wickedly selfish ways. I will always shadow away from the truth.

I am not human. *

By the time he reached the ED he knew what he had to do

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A/N THIS IS THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER AND IM VERY SAD ABOUT THIS FACT. ANYONE, READING THIS PLEASE REVIEW IT MEANS A LOT. I'M SAD THAT NO ONE REVIEWS ANYMORE OKAY BYE